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Name: Rhian Gallagher (pronounced like Ryan)
Age: 18
Appearance:
"Don't get the wrong idea. I hate you magic freaks almost as much as I hate this school"
She typically wears edgy punk type clothes ( [x] [x] ) and dark, but lightly applied make-up. She stands at about 5'10" and has a tattoo of some peonies on her left shoulder. This symbol glows a warm, honey-gold color on the center of her chest, just below her collar bone, only visible when activated.
Personality:
"A dream doesn't become reality through magic; it takes sweat, determination and hard work." This quote by Colin Powell has been meticulously written on the inside cover page of every journal Rhian has ever owned-- except her most recent one. Rhian is a very scrupulous person. She has a memory like a tack and can be a very quick-witted brat when she's frustrated. In many ways, Rhian fits into the 'popular girl' stereotype, but she has always viewed herself as a decent person.
She never poked fun at the nerds in school-- although she most certainly could've. She never knocked anyone's books out of their hands. She never laughed at anyone's homecoming dress... but she never told her friends not to, either. She longs for acceptance and always felt warm and safe and normal nestled within her group of friends-- just outside of the limelight, but close enough to not be forgotten whenever party invitations were handed out. Along with her longing to be normal, she tends to avoid anything that is not. That included anyone and anything having to do with magic.
Rhian has a rough, edgy style and took up smoking when she was 16 to complete her 'look' and rebel against her parents. She likes loitering around the mall, getting just drunk enough not to do anything stupid at parties, raves, and bonfires, and going to the movies. She also likes cats (although her parents are allergic), writing in her journal, dubstep, and playing volleyball. She's very much an extrovert and enjoys the company of friends. She also has severe insectophobia and arachnophobia.
Some might read this and call her superficial... and some might be told to "shut the fuck up" because "you don't know me." But you do, don't you? Meet Rhian.
History:
Rhian's parents are what most people would refer to as "eccentric" progressives. They wear matching sweaters and glasses and are the proud owners of their very own botany and entomology lab and greenhouse-- conveniently attached to the house. They share many things, but the one thing they seemed to cherish most of all is their love for magic and lore. Neither of them have any magical capabilities of their own, however. They would lament about this fact in the most obnoxious fashion, day in and day out throughout Rhian's life as an only child.
"Ry-ry, if I had magic, I would make it so you aren't so afraid of Mr. Fuzzy Legs here!"
"Ry-ry, wouldn't it be amazing if we could fly right up there and get your kite?"
"Ry-ry, if I had magic, us girls wouldn't GET periods."
"Ry-ry, I'd make you forget all about that jerk from school that stood you up-- if I had magic."
Yes, it seemed her parents relied quite heavily on those phrases whenever Rhian was in desperate need of parental comfort or counsel. It didn't take long for her to realize that what she really needed were just different parents. She still faintly holds on to the theory that she was switched at birth and somewhere out there there's a pair of perfectly normal parents wondering what went wrong with their geeky, weirdo daughter who eats dirt and keeps pill bugs in her pockets.
She and her parents couldn't have been more different. They liked quiet, books, bugs, and thinking outside the box. Rhian liked parties, shopping, and not getting laughed at. She hated all the bugs that crept out of the greenhouse. She hated listening to her parent's outlandish ideas about politics and society. And, above all, she hated their sickening fascination with magic.
Subconsciously, her resentment towards her parent's eccentricity manifested itself in many ways during her teen years. She took up smoking, permed her curly hair (which used to match her mother's), got a tattoo, pierced her ears twice, and ate lots of salad. Okay, maybe that last one wasn't an act of rebellion, but she IS very self-conscious of her weight and over-all image.
Rhian had a vast number of friends in school. She was generally nice to just about everyone, liked to hit the town with her friends, and basically spend as little time at home as feasibly possible. She was an A grade student with hopes of attending Harvard and becoming a lawyer. The closer Rhian got to her 18th birthday, the more obnoxiously persistent her parents became with their hope that Rhian might indeed be gifted with magic. They seemed to believe that through sheer will power, she would be "gifted" with an affinity for it.
Her resentment towards them only grew. She didn't have magic powers, she didn't WANT magic powers, and she would rather die a slow and horrible death then fill in the blank of her parent's ridiculous fantasy. The day before her 18th birthday, her parents, without her knowledge, arranged for her to meet with a old soothe-saying witch who, for the sultry price of $49.99, would be able to pinpoint what power Rhian had-- if she had one. They met in a tiny office and, under the guise of a college scout, the woman sat quietly as Rhian enthusiastically discussed her aspirations and dreams.
At the end of her chat, the woman asked Rhian to excuse her for a moment and left the room. Not long after that, the door creaked open just enough to allow what she knew to be her father's giant huntsman spider, also known as Mr. Fuzzy Legs, into the room. What resulted was an immense amount of screaming, a room full of spider, and Rhian sobbing on the ground while Mr. Fuzzy Legs, now a hundred times his size, affectionately rubbed his pedipalps on her face. This moment was soon followed by her parents opening the door with a synchronized "awwww".
It was the second worst day of her life. The worst being the next day-- when that damned letter came in the mail.
Her parents vowed to withhold her college fund if she refused to give Four Winds a chance.
Skills:
Rhian is very athletic, thanks to her 3 years on the varsity volleyball team. She is also well versed when it comes to fashion and the like. She can roll a mean blunt and hold her liquor, although some might not consider either of those a skill. She's not an especially good writer, but she keeps a good journal, so I guess... journal-keeping?
Rhian has trouble talking herself up, but while she may not be especially talented in anything in particular, she's a very hard worker with a heart of gold.
Magic:
Name: The Bug Mother
Type: Manipulation
Description: Rhian's magic grants her a deep bond with all the creepy-crawlies of the world. They are drawn to her like a cub to it's mother, yet they are much more obedient. That is what Rhian has been told, anyway. She has yet to get the whole 'obedience' part down aside from one thing-- Rhian also possesses the ability to vastly increase the size of any bug she chooses (or accidentally chooses).
This can only be done with one bug at a time and is accomplished by greatly focusing on the bug in question. (Unfortunately this tends to happen whenever Rhian has an insectophobic episode). She is able to scale up the average sized insect to that of a chow chow. Should the insect expire during it's time as a colossus, it will promptly shrink back to it's original size-- dead as a door nail.
Inventory:
--a small designer satchel with the following contents inside:
--a leather journal with painted peonies on the cover
--a small, extendable fly swatter
--a hot pink, kitty-shaped wallet containing about $50 in cash and driver's license
--her passport
--sunglasses
--a pen and sharpie
--a box of cigarettes
--a lighter
--a small pouch of weed (hidden in a secret pocket on the inside of the bag)
Theme Song:
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Rosaleen 'Rose' Adams
Age: 18
~Personality~
Rosa is is what you might call a protector - adores peace when possible, but is more than willing to spill her own blood to protect the innocent. Beyond this, she is a somewhat quiet, but still sociable. There is a unique sensitivity to negative emotions however and at times it can be easy to upset her, yet somehow she still has a hidden resolve deep inside her that drives her determination when she has her focus on something. She is very friendly and kind to others as well. However her quirks should be mentioned too - while she is extremely intelligent and can understand and analyze complex situations easily, she also frustrates people because of her consistent need to know 'why.' Her insistent need is mostly based on seeing patterns in the world and has a hard time understanding things without knowing why they happen.
~History~
Rosa's life is a mundane but tragic life. From the moment she entered the world, she was faced with isolation and abandonment. Being raised by a single mother, Rosa was often a quiet child that spent more hours on the computer than she did out in the sun. Friends were few and far between, only lasting until they got fed up with Rosa's particular 'quirks.' It only grew worse as Rosa discovered her attraction to girls, which typically alienated the boys more so because they're flirting usually did very little for the pretty girl.
As she came into her teenage years, she began to develop her powers. This only made things worse since her mother didn't have any explanations or the money to attend to Rosa's "issues." Before switching to being home schooled (mostly by herself), she would often cause unintentional destruction to public property. This added to the amount of bills her mother needed to pay so when a year later, the Four Winds extended the invitation, Rosa felt obligated to accept. She didn't want to burden her mother anymore and they had never been close as it was.
~Skills~
Rosa is extremely talented at analyzing just about anything. She is good at logic puzzles, seeing patterns, computers, and forming quick bonds with animals. She's also an amazing organizer and very good with numbers. Which lends itself to combat in a more subtle sense, in that she can analyze and more easily predict movements on the fly. This makes it noticeably more difficult to surprise her. Besides this, her strongest skill is her ability to learn and adapt to other skills she's never been taught before.
~Magic~
~Unstable Energy~
Conjuration
As of right now, Rosa is capable of summoning balls of unstable energy in her hands. They fluctuate, often making them seem ricky and dangerous, but somehow Rosa makes it work without much error. She normally flings them at opponents when need be and upon contact, usually explode in an array of wispy-like energy ribbons. The ribbons usually tend to burn like fire (when passing through living beings) without actually setting things on fire, while the explosion itself acts much like a normal fireball, except that it's colored silver and blue.
Name: Reynaldo "Rey" Riestra
Age: 18
Appearance:
Rey’s fairly tall, standing at 6 feet 2, and rather lanky for his height though he sits at around 200 pounds or so. His body is lean and toned, obviously athletic, and he shows the telltale signs of martial arts conditioning training especially on his hands. Clothing-wise, he typically dresses in a reddish brown frontier fringe shirt, tough jeans and good, sturdy boots.
Personality:
On one hand, Rey is almost always relaxed to the point of extreme laziness. Easy going and reasonably sociable, he's usually in a good mood and all for goofing around just trying to enjoy life. In many ways strangely open-minded, he’s extremely quick to adapt to strange situations despite coming from an ostensibly normal life and takes to them with the same calm aplomb he deals with everything else.
On the other hand, Rey holds himself and others to rather ridiculous standards for manliness. He's outspoken, stubborn, honest to a fault, feels every man should know how to fight and he will not take crap from anyone. Though he's not really one to start fights unprovoked, making him back down from one after he's been pissed off is nigh impossible, though it should be said that he's not usually one to hold too deeply to grudges either.
There is one guiding obsession in his life: fighting. Not just engaging in it but talking technique, development, story, etc. He is something of a know-it-all when it comes to the subject, having an impressive fount of knowledge for someone that would otherwise seem something of an airhead, and clearly delights in everything related to it. His life goal is being remembered as a fighter and he’s determined to become a world heavyweight champion in multiple disciplines to achieve this.
History:
Rey’s life has always been rather odd. Son to journeyman boxer Eduardo Riestra, known primarily amongst pundits as a promising talent wasted away by the need to feed his ailing wife and young child, Rey’s mother passed away at an early age and he moved constantly from city to city, accompanying his father in odd jobs, training trips and countless fights. From a young age spent bouncing around "rough neighborhoods" and going from one disreputable school to the next, Reynaldo Riestra learned of the benefits of being able to throw hands and especially of doing so well. It’d become his life’s passion, and while boxing remained the most important part of it all his drive for it all would take him to kickboxing first, then full mixed martial arts after.
Aside from his pugilistic ambitions, fueled in no small part by his father’s nurturing of his budding talent, Rey’s other big parental influence was his uncle Loco Mike. Loco means crazy and Mike fit that to a tee, a rather harebrained would-be scientist extremely dedicated to get rich quick schemes and avid consumer of as much material on the paranormal he could get his hands on. Not the best role model, but family is family and he’d bring some money to the household. From him, Ray got a perhaps unnecessarily open mind, and he came to accept that maybe magic, aliens and underground mole people were real.
Given this life, it’s not as surprising that Rey’s extremely accepting of everything around him. It’s also, truth be told, all secondary to him. He knows what he’s gonna do with his life, it’s a very concrete goal and it’s just a matter of getting there. World heavyweight champion in boxing, kickboxing and MMA. In fact, he currently believes that being sent to Japan is a ploy by his father and uncle, trying to force him to complete his education after being kicked out of his last high school for getting into too many fights. As far as he knows, Four Winds is just some crazy japanese reformatory.
Skills:
-Freestyle Fistfighter: Ray’s a talented and thoughtful fighter with a great future ahead of him on that field. He is extremely dedicated and well trained, practiced and read on all fields and ranges of unarmed fighting. Though he can be called a strong "mixed martial artist" that doesn’t really mean much as any fighter in any discipline leans towards a specific approach. In Ray’s case, he very much focuses on implementing a very complete boxing skillset, which he supplements with other tools as needed.
-Other: Aside from this Ray’s fluent in spanish, a solid analyst when it comes to fighting and can pluck a couple half decent notes from a guitar.
Magic name: Limit Break
Type: Enhancement
Description: An exceedingly simple and relatively lower tier of ability as far as scope is concerned, perhaps the most basic manifestation of enhancement magic. Rather than any immediate power or readily usable effect, Limit Break specifically allows for magic-boosted personal growth through constant effort and the willpower this requires, essentially just aiding along and enhancing natural processes. Had Rey lived a simple and tranquil life, this ability likely would not have manifested or at least not in any terribly noticeable way.
As it is, given the user’s one-track mind the ability is only useful toward boosting his athletic and fighting performance. Fortunately for him, Rey’s extreme dedication to pushing himself has made the power quite worthwhile for him. He is a physical specimen on a level that counts as a superpower, and while he’s not focused on pure lifting strength or max sprinting speed he has conditioned himself to be freakishly tough (though not invulnerable), have outstanding stamina and overall be a good enough fighter to have been invited to the academy along with all the people with more overt abilities.
Simplicity does carry its benefits, however. Rey’s abilities cannot be taken away, as one cannot simply erase muscular and bone development, skin hardening and practiced skills. What can be taken away or otherwise blocked is his ability to continue his magic-accelerated growth. Furthermore, the sheer willpower and dedication the ability requires, combined with his natural hard-headedness, have left Rey quite capable of fighting off attempts to invade or otherwise influence his mind.
The ability's visual indicator is a crown-shaped birthmark located between Rey's shoulderblades. Typically discolored and a bit hard to make out, it becomes far more clearly defined and turns a noticeable reddish-purple when he's fighting, training or otherwise pushing himself. He has no idea of this and just thinks it's a cool birthmark, considering his nickname means "King" in spanish, that does a funky thing when he gets his blood flowing.
Inventory: Dead cellphone, dead wristwatch, a wallet with some dollars and personal documents in it, pocket knife with a can opener, bottle opener/slotted screwdriver, an awl and a laser pointer/LED flashlight.
Age: 18
Appearance:
Rey’s fairly tall, standing at 6 feet 2, and rather lanky for his height though he sits at around 200 pounds or so. His body is lean and toned, obviously athletic, and he shows the telltale signs of martial arts conditioning training especially on his hands. Clothing-wise, he typically dresses in a reddish brown frontier fringe shirt, tough jeans and good, sturdy boots.
Personality:
On one hand, Rey is almost always relaxed to the point of extreme laziness. Easy going and reasonably sociable, he's usually in a good mood and all for goofing around just trying to enjoy life. In many ways strangely open-minded, he’s extremely quick to adapt to strange situations despite coming from an ostensibly normal life and takes to them with the same calm aplomb he deals with everything else.
On the other hand, Rey holds himself and others to rather ridiculous standards for manliness. He's outspoken, stubborn, honest to a fault, feels every man should know how to fight and he will not take crap from anyone. Though he's not really one to start fights unprovoked, making him back down from one after he's been pissed off is nigh impossible, though it should be said that he's not usually one to hold too deeply to grudges either.
There is one guiding obsession in his life: fighting. Not just engaging in it but talking technique, development, story, etc. He is something of a know-it-all when it comes to the subject, having an impressive fount of knowledge for someone that would otherwise seem something of an airhead, and clearly delights in everything related to it. His life goal is being remembered as a fighter and he’s determined to become a world heavyweight champion in multiple disciplines to achieve this.
History:
Rey’s life has always been rather odd. Son to journeyman boxer Eduardo Riestra, known primarily amongst pundits as a promising talent wasted away by the need to feed his ailing wife and young child, Rey’s mother passed away at an early age and he moved constantly from city to city, accompanying his father in odd jobs, training trips and countless fights. From a young age spent bouncing around "rough neighborhoods" and going from one disreputable school to the next, Reynaldo Riestra learned of the benefits of being able to throw hands and especially of doing so well. It’d become his life’s passion, and while boxing remained the most important part of it all his drive for it all would take him to kickboxing first, then full mixed martial arts after.
Aside from his pugilistic ambitions, fueled in no small part by his father’s nurturing of his budding talent, Rey’s other big parental influence was his uncle Loco Mike. Loco means crazy and Mike fit that to a tee, a rather harebrained would-be scientist extremely dedicated to get rich quick schemes and avid consumer of as much material on the paranormal he could get his hands on. Not the best role model, but family is family and he’d bring some money to the household. From him, Ray got a perhaps unnecessarily open mind, and he came to accept that maybe magic, aliens and underground mole people were real.
Given this life, it’s not as surprising that Rey’s extremely accepting of everything around him. It’s also, truth be told, all secondary to him. He knows what he’s gonna do with his life, it’s a very concrete goal and it’s just a matter of getting there. World heavyweight champion in boxing, kickboxing and MMA. In fact, he currently believes that being sent to Japan is a ploy by his father and uncle, trying to force him to complete his education after being kicked out of his last high school for getting into too many fights. As far as he knows, Four Winds is just some crazy japanese reformatory.
Skills:
-Freestyle Fistfighter: Ray’s a talented and thoughtful fighter with a great future ahead of him on that field. He is extremely dedicated and well trained, practiced and read on all fields and ranges of unarmed fighting. Though he can be called a strong "mixed martial artist" that doesn’t really mean much as any fighter in any discipline leans towards a specific approach. In Ray’s case, he very much focuses on implementing a very complete boxing skillset, which he supplements with other tools as needed.
-Other: Aside from this Ray’s fluent in spanish, a solid analyst when it comes to fighting and can pluck a couple half decent notes from a guitar.
Magic name: Limit Break
Type: Enhancement
Description: An exceedingly simple and relatively lower tier of ability as far as scope is concerned, perhaps the most basic manifestation of enhancement magic. Rather than any immediate power or readily usable effect, Limit Break specifically allows for magic-boosted personal growth through constant effort and the willpower this requires, essentially just aiding along and enhancing natural processes. Had Rey lived a simple and tranquil life, this ability likely would not have manifested or at least not in any terribly noticeable way.
As it is, given the user’s one-track mind the ability is only useful toward boosting his athletic and fighting performance. Fortunately for him, Rey’s extreme dedication to pushing himself has made the power quite worthwhile for him. He is a physical specimen on a level that counts as a superpower, and while he’s not focused on pure lifting strength or max sprinting speed he has conditioned himself to be freakishly tough (though not invulnerable), have outstanding stamina and overall be a good enough fighter to have been invited to the academy along with all the people with more overt abilities.
Simplicity does carry its benefits, however. Rey’s abilities cannot be taken away, as one cannot simply erase muscular and bone development, skin hardening and practiced skills. What can be taken away or otherwise blocked is his ability to continue his magic-accelerated growth. Furthermore, the sheer willpower and dedication the ability requires, combined with his natural hard-headedness, have left Rey quite capable of fighting off attempts to invade or otherwise influence his mind.
The ability's visual indicator is a crown-shaped birthmark located between Rey's shoulderblades. Typically discolored and a bit hard to make out, it becomes far more clearly defined and turns a noticeable reddish-purple when he's fighting, training or otherwise pushing himself. He has no idea of this and just thinks it's a cool birthmark, considering his nickname means "King" in spanish, that does a funky thing when he gets his blood flowing.
Inventory: Dead cellphone, dead wristwatch, a wallet with some dollars and personal documents in it, pocket knife with a can opener, bottle opener/slotted screwdriver, an awl and a laser pointer/LED flashlight.
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Name: Gale Davis
Age: 17
He's currently wearing a brown jacket, a plain white shirt and faded blue jeans. And shoes, of course. Can't forget the shoes.
Personality: Gale is kind of a chill guy, in the sense that he doesn’t really care about a lot of things. He’s often seen as an optimistic idiot, he can weather just about any kind of hardship so long as he has food to eat and somewhere to sleep. He’s bad at reading the mood and often talks without reserve but usually isn’t particularly serious about what he says. While he looks careless, Gale actually takes into account the risks to what he can spend, even if he’s overly optimistic about the results. He’s not above giving up if he’ll definitely lose, but if he has a reason to get up then he’ll keep coming no matter what. He likes animals but they don’t like him very much.
Gale was raised by a single father, a hardworking man and kind man who worked as a builder. They lived in a small, dirty apartment on the outskirts of New York where a small company like the one Gale’s father worked at could at least hope to find some business. His father injected the meagre amount of money they had into Gale’s life and made sure that he always spent time with Option A. Their life was simple; Gale attended school and his father went to work. When they came back, they ate dinner. On special occasions or when they had the money to spare, they bought cheap pizza. Life was simple for Gale and he was happy to live with his father, but there was only so much one man could do.
Gale was always kind of a weird kid, he never really fit in. He was always sort of odd, he mostly kept to himself and was rather quiet, and there was this strange aura around him that would unconsciously keep people on edge. Animals would avoid him and technology didn’t do well around him. Adding to that, he was sorely lacking in social skills and his circumstances made him a frequent target of bullying. But his dad told him not to fight without a good reason, and Gale respected his father above all else.
When Gale turned 13, his father was hospitalised due to injuries. At the hospital, it was discovered that he also had a disease. Long story short, Gale’s dad eventually died and Gale was sent to his closest family of whom he knew nothing about. He attended a school where no one knew him and he knew no one. His life was turned upside down very quickly.
His new life was still fairly similar to his old life, he shrugged off insults and harassment since it wasn’t a big deal. It was harsh but his father wouldn’t want him to retaliate for no reason. But he could only take so much. His first fight in his new environment was with his own cousin who insulted his dad. This brought a swift retribution from his foster parents as well as incurring the wrath of that same cousin who commanded a group of lackeys to attack him. Despite Gale’s strength, he couldn’t deal well with numbers and would’ve lost if not for the timely intervention of a guy who became Gale’s only friend. The guy taught Gale to fight with his speed as well as his strength and generally refined his fighting style. They got into fights together often and gained a reputation before Gale’s friend had to move away. But by that point, Gale could make do on his own.
Gale got a fearsome reputation for fighting, though he hardly started any fights. People attracted to the reputation of the dynamic duo challenged him to duels which he accepted on occasion. In these fights, he was almost untouchable. Those who fought him became paralysed before they could touch him and no one knew the reason. It was around the age of 16 when Gale figured out what it was. When he looked in the mirror at his back one day, he noticed that his birthmark was glowing faintly. Then he got the letter in the mail, an invitation to a mysterious school. He was all too happy to take the opportunity and, funnily enough, so was his foster family, who were well past the point of hating the teen. They let him go but didn’t give him a plane ticket to Japan, stating that he’d have to figure out some way to get there himself. It took him quite some time, half a year, to work and save money for the plane ticket, before he realised that he was in the wrong place. A series of events allowed him to finally arrive at Mt Fuji on his 17th birthday, but that’s a story for another time.
Skills: Gale has good reflexes and instincts, and is fairly tenacious. Slightly above average strength and speed but nothing superhuman. His fighting style is choppy but it gets the job done, and it’s been practised over a long time.
Inventory: The clothes on his back, sleeping bag, a change of clothes.
Age: 17
He's currently wearing a brown jacket, a plain white shirt and faded blue jeans. And shoes, of course. Can't forget the shoes.
Personality: Gale is kind of a chill guy, in the sense that he doesn’t really care about a lot of things. He’s often seen as an optimistic idiot, he can weather just about any kind of hardship so long as he has food to eat and somewhere to sleep. He’s bad at reading the mood and often talks without reserve but usually isn’t particularly serious about what he says. While he looks careless, Gale actually takes into account the risks to what he can spend, even if he’s overly optimistic about the results. He’s not above giving up if he’ll definitely lose, but if he has a reason to get up then he’ll keep coming no matter what. He likes animals but they don’t like him very much.
He lived with his dad. Poor but happy life. Dad died. Foster parents were kind of shit. Got a friend and became the dynamic duo, lost a friend and became the dynamic one dude. Got the letter, took a year to get there. Read the rest for details.
Gale was always kind of a weird kid, he never really fit in. He was always sort of odd, he mostly kept to himself and was rather quiet, and there was this strange aura around him that would unconsciously keep people on edge. Animals would avoid him and technology didn’t do well around him. Adding to that, he was sorely lacking in social skills and his circumstances made him a frequent target of bullying. But his dad told him not to fight without a good reason, and Gale respected his father above all else.
When Gale turned 13, his father was hospitalised due to injuries. At the hospital, it was discovered that he also had a disease. Long story short, Gale’s dad eventually died and Gale was sent to his closest family of whom he knew nothing about. He attended a school where no one knew him and he knew no one. His life was turned upside down very quickly.
His new life was still fairly similar to his old life, he shrugged off insults and harassment since it wasn’t a big deal. It was harsh but his father wouldn’t want him to retaliate for no reason. But he could only take so much. His first fight in his new environment was with his own cousin who insulted his dad. This brought a swift retribution from his foster parents as well as incurring the wrath of that same cousin who commanded a group of lackeys to attack him. Despite Gale’s strength, he couldn’t deal well with numbers and would’ve lost if not for the timely intervention of a guy who became Gale’s only friend. The guy taught Gale to fight with his speed as well as his strength and generally refined his fighting style. They got into fights together often and gained a reputation before Gale’s friend had to move away. But by that point, Gale could make do on his own.
Gale got a fearsome reputation for fighting, though he hardly started any fights. People attracted to the reputation of the dynamic duo challenged him to duels which he accepted on occasion. In these fights, he was almost untouchable. Those who fought him became paralysed before they could touch him and no one knew the reason. It was around the age of 16 when Gale figured out what it was. When he looked in the mirror at his back one day, he noticed that his birthmark was glowing faintly. Then he got the letter in the mail, an invitation to a mysterious school. He was all too happy to take the opportunity and, funnily enough, so was his foster family, who were well past the point of hating the teen. They let him go but didn’t give him a plane ticket to Japan, stating that he’d have to figure out some way to get there himself. It took him quite some time, half a year, to work and save money for the plane ticket, before he realised that he was in the wrong place. A series of events allowed him to finally arrive at Mt Fuji on his 17th birthday, but that’s a story for another time.
Skills: Gale has good reflexes and instincts, and is fairly tenacious. Slightly above average strength and speed but nothing superhuman. His fighting style is choppy but it gets the job done, and it’s been practised over a long time.
[Name: Thunder Howling
Type: Liberation
Description: Gale has the ability to emit his magic in a small area around him in the form of electricity which surrounds his body. The range of Thunder howling is quite limited as he doesn’t know how to create ranged attacks yet, save for his special move which threads magic into his voice which he can then turn into an electric pulse. Generally speaking, his power output gets weaker the father out it goes. Gale’s sigil resembles a stylised beast made of thunder in a circle on his back, above his heart.
Type: Liberation
Description: Gale has the ability to emit his magic in a small area around him in the form of electricity which surrounds his body. The range of Thunder howling is quite limited as he doesn’t know how to create ranged attacks yet, save for his special move which threads magic into his voice which he can then turn into an electric pulse. Generally speaking, his power output gets weaker the father out it goes. Gale’s sigil resembles a stylised beast made of thunder in a circle on his back, above his heart.
Inventory: The clothes on his back, sleeping bag, a change of clothes.
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